As night became the day, she started to understand the truth.
~Short story in Caption.~-
be a Poem.
Some people just know how to paint their pain. Others spend their life hiding it.
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Evening coffee,
pouring steam,
melting lantern,
mind at ease
singing along,
peace, peace
there is one thing,
from you I need
can you come,
make it complete.-
If I say there exists a city,
where there is no trace of sin,
where people trust each other,
and strangers are not frightening,
where seas have no storms,
and boats dont fear to sink,
where sun is not too hot,
and moon is never dim,
where fireflies follow stars,
and lamps dont fear the wind,
where flowers bloom forever,
and no winter curses their pink,
If I say there exists a city,
would you go there with me?-
Roses don't make you happy
If they aren't from the right person
Money doen't make you happy
If you don't have anyone to spend on
Victory does'nt make you happy
If your lovers don't join
Watches don't make you happy
If your loved ones have no time
Things don't make you happy
If you have no one to talk
So where does happiness lie?
What does make us happy?
Why are those with less
Happier than those with more?-